The Importance of Bin Men

Since she was a toddler, my daughter Willow has run to the front door, shouting, bin man, bin man every Friday morning. So she can stand and wave to the bin man as they collect our bins. Every single time without fail, the cart driver beeps is on and gives you the biggest wave. It makes her day every time. On a side note, when I was younger and less enthused about working than I have now, I told my then girlfriend that I wanted a job that paid well, but didn't require me to work lots of hours. But sadly, jobs like that didn't exist. She told me I should become a bin man because they get paid